Angel Piscola

Lemons

poem

When live gives her lemons
she sighs at the heavens
and says, "Why is life so unfair?"

But she straightens her dress
and she cleans up her mess
and she hops on the bus,
pays her fare.

And if you were looking,
she smiles and asks,
"Could you bring me those scissors
right there?"

And if you comply,
you can just wave goodbye
to that beautiful long mane
of hair.